flowing through the lowest seam
in a canyon of toxic dust.
Eyes popping from an Easter basket
of massacred cells.
Nudged along the painted waterfall
by God's sarcastic forefinger.
Flags flapping in sewer pipe halls.
One man's belly a petulant ocean
another just a vacant spoon.
The mirror bent in a cobweb corner
reflecting empty coils.
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